Scars.


My scars are beautiful just like me,
I wear them proudly as you see.
I don't care what you have to say,
The Monster and I used to play.
They tell an untold mystery.
These scars right here are my history.
My scars are beautiful just like me,
I wear them proudly as you see.
I don't hide them, deny them, or even despise them.
I wouldn't get rid of them if I could,
Even if I should.
Your scars are beautiful just like mine,
Don't worry, you look just fine.
Our scars are the most beautiful thing I see,
They are beautiful just like we.

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